Of course, to some extent, the high damage rate of his equipment is actually the price he pays for being a "Lone Wolf."
You see, ever since he joined the "Green Blood" team, he hasn’t visited the "Rock Hammer" Blacksmith Shop in ages.
Oh... it’s worth mentioning here.
According to Xia Nan’s observations over the past half year, adventurers may have a habit of saving, but a significant portion of them often squander their hard-earned Gold Coins in taverns.
Drunk on dreams, they use alcohol to numb their nerves and soothe inner anxiety.
Considering that this occupation is like walking on a tightrope, with the exaggerated pressure that any moment could cost them their heads.
It’s barely understandable.
Even Xia Nan is accustomed to settling his three meals at the "White Sparrow Tavern," spending far more than ordinary families do.
In his heart, he says, having managed to live again, he shouldn’t treat himself poorly.
But isn’t it also a way to relieve stress through good food?
However, his spending does not match those gamblers and drunkards.
"I suggest we save it for now. Hunting Day is nearing its end, and the prices of supplies in town will soon return to normal levels, and there won’t be as many goblins in the forest for you to kill."
Still at the forefront of the group, Adeline, as the team captain, explained her thoughts to Abi.
"If the armor isn’t significantly damaged, you can keep using it for now."
"Berg was actually right before."
"Having savings sufficient to start anew is quite important, at least for adventurers."
As the noble who introduced Abi to the profession, Adeline’s advice undoubtedly carries more weight than Berg’s.
Abi nodded seriously, already dispelling her original plan of spending a fortune to update equipment.
"Is Hunting Day nearing its end..."
Xia Nan listened to their conversation and murmured to himself.
Indeed, recently on the Association’s task wall, the bounty related to "Hunting Day" has significantly decreased compared to some time ago.
It’s about time for him to leave the team as well.
No pulling and tugging, he had already expressed his intention when he first joined the "Green Blood" team.
Adeline and the others are also aware.
On one hand, his attribute panel and a series of magic equipment make him unsuitable for teaming up with unfamiliar adventurers.
On the other hand, he must allocate time to seek the final battle skill needed for Professional Level, unable to maintain long-term, high-intensity adventure tasks.
Even if he wants to use goblins to enhance his Skill Level in [Teeth Hunting].
The combat volume and earnings from solo actions far exceed those from teaming up.
And by selecting nests located on the forest’s outskirts, with his current mobility, he barely encounters any danger.
In short, at least in the short term, Xia Nan does not wish to act with the team.
Thoughts swirl and fly through his mind.
Suddenly, a clamor pulls Xia Nan’s consciousness back to reality.
His gaze instinctively turns toward the direction of the sound.
He sees by the roadside, at the entrance of a small village, a large crowd gathered.
"Sir, all the villagers of Cui Xi Village sincerely thank you for resolving the goblin tribe near our village."
"But you know, the 30 Gold bounty from the Association was pieced together from each household."
"The village... truly cannot give a single Gold Coin."
The village head, dressed in simple flax clothing, a frail elderly man holding a cane, spoke carefully while bowing.
His words exuded a strong sense of sincerity and earnestness.
However, the few people standing before him clearly didn’t appreciate it.
They must be adventurers from River Valley Town.
A five-person team, their equipment not considered good, but the metallic sheen reflecting cold light off their Iron armor and sharp blades unconsciously made the civilians bow their heads, not daring to meet their gaze.
Leading among the adventurers was a middle-aged man with a scar by his eyebrow.
"Do you know how many goblins were in that nest?"
"For your village’s safety, my brother’s newly bought armor almost got wrecked!"
He turned his body, pointing his right hand toward the chest of a sharp-featured adventurer behind him.
The leather armor, covered in dust and mud stains, showed a large cracked mark, almost revealing the underlining below.
Scar raised his neck, looking down upon the hunched elder, his voice sharp and loud.